Friday, February 22, 2013

The "magic" of being a child

It amazes me how people can view things so incredibly differently at different points in their lives. When I was a small child, the world as I knew it was a simply magical place. Santa Claus was like a god to me. I was also a huge fan of Michael Jordan, Hulk Hogan, José Canseco, and Michael Jackson. Those 4 guys were unreal to me, I watched them on television in sheer amazement of their capabilities and I wanted to be just like them. Hulk Hogan told me to take my vitamins and I would grow to be as big and as strong as him. And Michael Jordan told me that as long as I practice more than the next guy, and do my homework, I will play college basketball and get drafted to the NBA. And I adored these guys, I believed in them and their magical powers. But no matter how great or how powerful they were, nobody was as awesome or as strong as my dad.

But once you begin to grow up, you lose your innocence. You start to see things for what they are, and suddenly the world you live in is not perfect. In fact, it is a disgusting place full of lies and greed. I never got mad when Santa would never bring me what I wanted, I was just mezmorized that he had come! But of course, Santa claus doesnt even exist when you get older.
I later learned that Michael Jordan is the biggest asshole in the entire world, especially to fans. Every picture I see of him he is completely stoned. And he would never have been very good if he wasnt 6 foot 6, and born with incredible athletic ability. Hulk Hogan and Jose Canseco were equallly frauds with their steroids galore. And as for Michael jackson, well you get the idea.
I feel like I have been let down, let down by this world and all of its frauds. I dont get joy out of anything like I did when I was a child. Because I know that its all an act. If it seems too good to be true, open the curtain.

DanielMaxPhillipReynolds

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